Wednesday, January 13, 2010

I was overburdened due to the raging heat of the sun. *heehaw*It's not the sun's fault. It's Wight's. I don't want to explain though I also account for that.

Nobody could rationalize the sentimentality cropping me up forthwith. It just eventuated that things betide on its correct situation. I don't fathom that these gonna happen to me. Ugh, I sometimes feasibly cannot say NO to drama ........

Friday, January 8, 2010

A cinnamon roll (also cinnamon bun and cinnamon swirl) consists of a rolled sheet of yeast dough onto which a cinnamon and sugar mixture (and raisins or chopped grapes in some cases) is sprinkled over a thin coat of butter. The dough is then rolled, cut into individual portions, and baked. Cinnamon rolls are frequently topped with icing (often confectioner's sugar based) or glazed of some sort.

Dough:

2 C whole milk

1/2 C vegetable oil

1/2 C sugar

1 package active dry yeast

4.5 C flour

1/2 heaping t baking powder

1/2 scant t baking soda

1/2 T salt

Filling:

1 C melted butter, plus more as needed

1/8 C ground cinnamon for sprinkling

1 C sugar, plus more as needed

Maple Icing:

1 pound powdered sugar

1/4 C whole milk

3 T butter, melted

1/8 C strongly brewed coffee

Pinch of salt

1/2 T maple flavoring or maple extract

One of my baking dreams is to make my own. But I'll just eat in the meantime.

What's up in a Saturday morning? It's kind of funny to wake up just with my skivvies! Swimming was drooping. It had made me tired so when I went home last night, I just took my pants off and lazed down to bed just trying to make quite a bitty rest. And since I can perfectly define "pagod" .. I zonked out. -.-

As things go diddly, I just turn out like I don't know how to cut a pie. I have nothing to say apart from something breezed into my soundness while typing this part. My project in COMM100 Intro to Mass Media. It is a dashed crap. And it goes like this .....This is the front page. Ms. Valera is our mentor. She tasked us to make a print medium showcasing a Christmas-New Year story and a rendition of how media and technology have changed how people celebrate these seasons, and I seemingly came up with this one. (:

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Gulp. Tapping my desk. Biting my pen's cap. Who on earth cares? Eh sa tinatamad ako eh. Reflection papers are horridly sickening! I had not heard about making tons of paperworks such like these. Only about xeroxings (of notes and books). Majo ~ I used to call her "kambal" because of few other secret reasons. She precisely just told me something about her sister(who is in white ensemble everydayand has always a sanitizer in her bag). - Na lagi nga daw silang nagpapaxerox. Oh, 'yun na 'yon! =D

I beeped the merlats of my life asking them to wander tomorrow. Hindi pa kaya ako nagpapagupit. Ayoko ng malagong buhok. I don't go to salon alone. I want somebody I can talk to while I'm getting my hair done. Nakakapanis ng laway and I hate looking at my face for an hour. Eventually, si Dave lang ang nagreply. That's how Amber treat me. He/She was the controller and still is. Peace! :p

Quarter to 9 .. As of this moment, everything is void. Mulling over what story I would give rise to. I said my vacation's dull. Nothing's special. Bahala na. Hope I enjoy my last day .. to the fullest! (: of course with the extraordinary creatures I have mentioned. Twenty Seven hours left, estudyante na ulit ako ...

Each man hides a secret pain. Eh bakit pati sa akin sinisikreto din? Akin 'yun eh! *sigh .. I'm really clueless. Maybe because I don't believe it has to be reckoned nor exposed. I would just want to share it to someone who'd understand me and hopefully gain strength from that sharing. How I wish.